The car pulled into the parking lot and Sabah hiked up her tight, dark skirt, careful not to rip the inch split in the back. As she stepped out of the car she caught a flash of gold in her peripheral vision. She didn’t know what made her notice it or what made her stop but something told her to turn around and look a little closer. Well, she did and it took about a half a second for her to recognize who it was that she was looking at. Jogging as best as she could in her high heels, she caught up with Melissa as she was sticking her keys in her car door.

“Excuse me.” Sabah called out, even before she had reached her. To Melissa, the clatter of her heels on the pavement were ominous. When Melissa didn’t answer Sabah called out a little louder. “Excuse me!”

Melissa hesitated and looked in Sabah’s direction but she didn’t stop or turn around to acknowledge Sabah in any way. If anything she tried to open her car door faster but Sabah had already caught up to her. She arrived at her side, slightly winded and gave Melissa a leveled look.

“Melissa, right?”

“Yes,” Melissa replied apprehensively. The last thing she wanted to deal with this morning was a confrontation. She tried to do so inconspicuously, but she couldn’t help but take in how Sabah was dressed and she kicked herself for pulling on an old pair of jeans, a dusty pair of sneakers and a simple T-Shirt this morning. Right about now she’d kill for some heels, if only so she could look Sabah in the eye. As it were, Sabah was dressed to kill in an obviously designer suit, tailored to accentuate every curve on her shapely body. If Melissa didn’t feel intimidated enough, the fact that she towered over Melissa in her two inch heels was even more daunting. The dark color and the simple lines of the form fitting skirt and jacket made Sabah look elegant while Melissa felt frumpy and unwanted. She came in hoping to catch a minute with Michael and though she knew he was there, he had avoided her like the plague. Thirty minutes she hung around and not once did he come out of his office, not even to say hi.

Sabah’s penetrating glance spoke for her, even before she said a word. Considering what had just happened, Melissa couldn’t help but feel small. She felt like hired help being cornered by a VIP business exec. And Sabah looked like she meant business, too. Melissa swallowed. It didn’t take a rocket science to guess what this conversation was going to be about.

“Sabah Graham,” Sabah held her hand out with confidence and Melissa hesitated before giving her a weak hand shake. Sabah’s grip though was firm, and as soon as she released Melissa’s hand she pinned her with an accusatory glare. Her tone though remained misleadingly disinterested.

“Um, what are you doing here?” . . . .

Meanwhile, the driver who had driven Sabah there peeped his head into Bill’s office. Michael was laughing at something Bill had said and Bill was still talking when he interuppted them.

“Heads up guys. Mr. Jackson,” The driver nodded at Michael respectfully. “Bill, Ms. Graham is here, and unfortunately she spotted a woman leaving – Melissa, right?” The driver glanced at Michael. When he saw Sabah run away from the front door towards Melissa, he made a mad dash for Bill’s office immediately. He knew who Sabah was and Melissa — well, she’d been sniffing around Michael for a couple of weeks now. “They’re in the parking lot, um, having a discussion.”

The guard wasn’t even able to get the last words out before Michael sat up in his chair. “What?”

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yippee... I think my hubby is getting concerned that I will be all MJ all the time - but we are driving all the way from Toronto to Cali - so I said = hey don't worry - you will be sick of me by the time we get to LA - and happy to be rid of me for a few days..

I am so super excited to meet other fans - since I don't have very many fanatical fans with me here..

Although - every once in a while - I am like priest (oh I know that makes no sense) but peeps coming out of the closet, so to speak, telling me how much they love MJ or how they cried when he passed... it is like it is okay to tell me - coz I understand - quite funny!

When I get back tonight I will have to share a really heart warming kinda story someone shared with me yesterday... it made me feel great.

When do I think they fell in love? I think they fell in love at the cabin. I also think the time when they went to the movies and were split up was the confirmation for both of them. Sabah was trying to fight it and thought she would end it then but she couldn't and Mike knew he couldn't let her get away..

Hey everyone!!!! So do we have a consensus, Michael fell in love . . . . when?

And Sabah, after he took her to Waterworld, at the cabin, when they went to the movies?

They all sound good to me.

You know there's always that moment when everything changes

Anniiiie, I didn't notice your eye is back -- you see when I'm responding behind the page, I can't see the AVIs!!!

I'm glad we have a happy spirit back and other people are commenting! I was watching things unveil and a little worried that other people were not feeling comfortable enough to comment. I love everyone commenting of course, so it's important to have things comfortable for all, that's what matters.
It's a tough job . . . but I'ma tryin'

Ms. Collette I am 38 years old, I remember being 10 -- and 18, too, when I started working and it sure seems like yesterday, but now you have me talking like an old person so i'm going to stop.

Okay, I'm going to work on the shipment. I got an email the the MikeMail plane just landed!!!!

A sneak peak with over 260 comments ! Way to go, Sabine ! I guess you can call us addicted. I come here everyday, to find out if there's anything new. I love it all : the movies, the drinks, the rooms and of course the stories. You built up a wonderful site here ! I just wanted to say that once more...LOL :w00t: :wub:

OMG, I heard banging and screaming and yelling and frantic crying. I called the cops but they all but told me that they're not coming back here after the last two addicts beat the crap outta six officers who tried to keep them from getting in the recovery room!

I'm glad you were able to get back on line because I was scared!!!

Collete, most people say in real life that I look 23-25 so thanks for those extra five years!

Colette, awe thank you honey. I remember I went to Great Adventures, and they had that little game they play where they guess your age. So I told my daughter to get the hell away from me! Cause with her standing next to me, they'd know.

So I went, and he was like hmmmmm, okay, 22, 23?

I was like NOPE!

38! So he said, I need to see ID, and he couldn't believe it! LOL! I got two prizes 'cause I went back with my son later when they changed shifts.